Meh. 

This isn’t my first Natasha Preston book. I know she writes about the late teens/early 20s demographic. 

I can mostly overlook that. 

But this book just really fell flat for me. 

There was some mysterious happenings, and some dark secret hovering just under the surface for the first 2/3. 

It kind of felt like the book adaptation of the movie Scream. Same corny dialogue and everything. 

Then. 

The worst ending. 

Listen, if you’re being hunted by a serial killer and you have a choice to run and hide inside the murder house or run outside and try to get away, for the love, RUN. AWAY.